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#FeedbackFriday: Mean Girls

Friday, March 10th, 2017

So have you gotten up the nerve to call Goddesses Erika and Vickie (aka Mean Girls)? Why not? Little beta sissy-men need someone to boss them around and them in their place. And little beta sissy-men just love Erika and Vickie. You know you’re dying to have them gang up on you and tear you a new one.

So get your ass over to their NiteFlirt page and then …

Do it. Do it now. Call them, you little slut:

1-800-863-5478 ext: 10771493

In the meantime, here’s a few of their many FIVE STAR REVIEWS … to get your little weenie excited:

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Always love talking to these two. They give me just what I’m looking for, and have fun doing it. They’re clever, sweet, and vicious. What more could a fella want?

No need to call anyone else on NF. Great voices, fun, wicked laughs and imagination. They let u decide how raunchy (or safe you want the call to be). They are addictive, though…

Like a tsunami of humiliation that just keeps coming. The two best humiliatrixes on NF hands down. If you want to hear two hot girls laugh their asses off at you, call now!

The MEAN GIRLS ROCK ! The Beautiful Sexy Goddess Erika & The Beautiful Sexy Goddess Vicki have brought it to an art!

Another rather scintillating talk with two extraordinary women – a pleasure.

Oh how my head spins when they gang up on me. I was turned into such a little sissy. They especially took joy in giving me a head full of curls with pretty bows. Their laughter still echoes in my mind.

It’s an incredible skill they have to extract and exploit what they want from you.

Sexy. Clever. And FUN! Yes, they’re mean. Of course they’re mean. That’s why you’re here. But I had a great time talking to these ladies. Just fantastic.

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Willem Dafoe’s BIG DICK

Monday, March 6th, 2017

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… so big it actually confused everybody on the set of Antichrist.

From a 2009 interview with director Lars von Trier:

Willem Dafoe — and I think you’ve mentioned this before — plays probably the worst therapist in the history of movies.

First of all, I have been undergoing this cognitive therapy for three years, and I tend to get sarcastic about it. One of the main ideas behind the treatment is that a fear is a thought, and a thought doesn’t change reality. But you can say in the film that it’s changed reality. As for Dafoe, I wouldn’t let him treat her in any other way than with his dick; he has an enormous dick. We had to take those scenes out of the film. We had a stand-in for him because we had to take the scenes out with his own dick.

You had a stand-in dick for Dafoe?

We had to, because Will’s was too big.

Too big to fit on the screen?
No, too big because everybody got very confused when they saw it.
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So we already knew he’s a skinny guy. And the article makes it clear he’s a short guy.

All I’m saying is … can you imagine him standing before you — skinny & short — with that colossal schlong? Whoa mama!

xo Angela

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Slave Modification

Friday, March 25th, 2016

It started with a nipple ring which grew larger and larger as the fantasy progressed (that is to say, the ring didn’t grow, the way I imagined it did).

Next was having both nipples pierced and chained together.

Next was having a steel cock ring welded on. This upgraded later to one that had a dial that could be turned which would extend spikes inward.

Then came the facial tattoos. At first it was just “slave,” then it became more intense and expanded to include scars and brands disfiguring me, even covering my head which was shaved bald. When the hair began growing back my skull was acid-washed to destroy the cells, as well as to further mark me.

Next came my tongue, which started as pierced by then was split instead.

And then. My teeth. All pulled.

Naturally without pain killers. No more hard food. Grateful that my lips were left so that I could survive without a tube, though I’d primarily be fed via a device that filled my mouth and I sucked on like a bottle. A reverse gag created that was basically a bite plate with pins so that I couldn’t close my mouth and that if I tried to grit my teeth in pain I would experience so much more.

Then you told me: You will be a more valuable cocksucker.

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Written by a devoted, twisted fuck. Who I happen to adore. And so enjoy torturing in our darkest of worlds.

xo, Angela

Will You Tell Her?

Tuesday, February 23rd, 2016

You are quiet, standing still behind the stall door. Your heart–thud, thud, thud–is slamming against your rib cage, because you think you might really do it this time.

Will you tell her? If you do it, will you? You don’t know, you’re not sure. Because if you do it, all bets are off, everything changes.

You’ve talked with her about it time and again. She’s always laughed, told you that you didn’t have the balls. You’ve laughed with her, telling her that she’s probably right, that she knows you too well. She’s always seemed rather fond of you, and you like that. You want to believe that you mean more to her than the other guys.

The outer door opens. The sound of music, voices, laughter. Dying off as the door slowly swings shut. A crisp swoosh when it meets the doorjamb, then silence. The click of a lock being turned. Footsteps.

“Are you in here? Where are you?”

His voice is deep, husky. It thrills you.

And then he is opening the stall door. You swallow, your mouth is so dry. But you are lowering yourself to your knees. Oh yes, you’re going to do it this time.

***

Hi.

Well, hello, baby. Where have you been? I waited for your call last night. I missed you.

I, um, I was out. A friend was having a party, so I went, ended up staying late.

Did you have fun?

Michelle, I’ve got something to tell you.

Yeah? You can tell me anything, you know that.

I did it. I really did it.

Did what? Oh my fucking god! You mean …

I mean I sucked a cock last night. I did it for real.

Damn! Well, did you like it? Was it as good as our fantasies?

Well, Michelle, I don’t want to hurt your feelings. You’ve been a doll. I really like you.

But?

Well, the thing is, he’s coming over in a little bit. And, well …

Yes? Well, what?

I told the service before they connected us to cancel my account, that this is my last–

Cancel your account? What the fuck?

Michelle, this phone sex costs a lot. And this thing that is happening. It’s hot.

Fuck you!

I wanna see where it goes.

You’re a bastard.

Try to understand, Michelle. I have to pay him, and I can’t afford you both.

FUCKING FAG!

*click*

Hello? Hello? Michelle? FUCKING WHORE!

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by yours truly

xo, Angela

 

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